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Lucifer's last bride

Stacey Brown, a fierce feminist lawyer is entangled in a web of ancient secrets and mystical forces. Bound by her parents' arrangement to marry the chauvinistic Frederick August, Stacey's life takes a drastic turn when she becomes the coveted bride of the enigmatic and powerful Lucifer, known as Azrael in the mortal realm. As Azrael's sacrificial bride, Stacey's fate is sealed, but the fallen angel finds himself inexplicably drawn to her innocence and purity of heart. Torn between his loyalty to his dark legacy and his growing feelings for Stacey, Azrael must choose between his immortal existence and saving the woman who has awakened his long-lost heart. Meanwhile, Frederick, hiding secrets of his own, must confront his family's dark past and decide whether to protect Stacey or uphold his family's ancient obligations. As lies and deceit threaten to destroy their relationships, Stacey must navigate the treacherous landscape of love, loyalty, and sacrifice. Will she choose the fiery passion of Azrael who would burn the world to save her? Or the familiar comfort of Frederick who would be a hero and save his world? Dive into this romantic fantasy, where the boundaries between good and evil blur, and the power of love becomes the ultimate weapon in the battle for life.

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Chapter thirty-five – Oded’s Story

Forty-nine years back

Oded sat in the sterile waiting room, his eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor. He'd lost count of how many times he'd been here, returned to child services like a defective product. He'd never met his actual parents; never known them… he didn't even know if they were alive. From his earliest memories, he's been passed around from one foster home to another. The latest foster parents, the Smiths, stood by the reception desk, whispering with the social worker… or, at least they must have thought their hushed tones were inaudible, but he could still hear them… he could hear the frustration and desperation in their voices.

"I don't know what to do with him anymore," Mrs. Smith said, her tone flat. "He's not exactly a bad boy, but…things keep happening around him."

"What kind of things?" the social worker asked, her pen poised over her clipboard.